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He skimmed his hand along her waist and kissed her temple. “You’re right, baby. I’m just saying you could still be sleeping if you’d have let me buy a pie.”
She gestured to the TV in the corner of the counter that had the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on.
“I would have gotten up anyway; I never miss the parade.”
“Maybe we could go next year.”
She didn’t look at him and pretended not to hear him while she tried to busy herself with organizing the ingredients according to the recipe. He’d been making comments like that for the last week, ever since Lou sent a letter outlining the requirements she needed to meet for her probation to be terminated.
But then usually in the next breath, he’d make sure to let her know he wasn’t interested in being a dad.
He lifted the lid on the casserole dish as he pressed the water dispenser on the inside of the refrigerator.
“Aren’t you supposed to bake this?”
“Alexandra said I can use one of their ovens.”
“We have a double oven, too, you know.”
“I know, but if I bake it there, it will be hot when it’s served.”
“That makes sense. Plus, it’s easier to transport when you don’t have to worry about burning yourself.”
After she plugged in the food processor, she casually said, “So, I see you didn’t approve any of the apartment listings I put on your desk.”
Not only had he not approved them, but he’d put a big “X” in thick black marker through them, and the word “NO” underlined before leaving them on the counter for her to find.
“Nope.”
“What was wrong with them?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t like the neighborhoods.”
Carefully measuring the flour, she dropped it into the food processor. “What was wrong with them?”
“They’re not safe.”
Exasperated, she set the measuring cup down with a little more force than necessary, ready to have it out with him. They might not have been the safest neighborhoods, but they weren’t the worst. And it’s what she could afford.
But after taking a deep breath, she decided today was not the day to have that fight.
She turned to him with a patient smile. “I’ll keep looking.”
“You do that.”
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Liam
It didn’t matter if she brought him a penthouse apartment in the Financial District with a doorman, he wasn’t going to approve any fucking thing she showed him.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Utah
While she missed her family, Thanksgiving dinner with friends turned out better than she thought it would.
There was spirited rivalry watching the football games on TV before dinner, and a few card games taking place simultaneously.
